Okay, I so wanted to update earlier and I had started the chapter with the same duration in mind for every chapter but this chapter turned out to be humongous.
Word Limit : 12650
Yup, twelve thousand words. I've been at this chapter for the past week now. I'm sorry but I have continuous exams in school. I have one on Tuesday then Wednesday then Thursday and so on. And then I have a big three sixty marker test on the next Monday. So, sorry but I can't make up much time. It's my last year of high school and they are killing us.
Also, I would have ranted out but it's seven am here and I don't have the energy.
Not betaed but soon will be. Kamaza also has betaed the others chapters but I'm too lazy too post.
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I would thank you all but I'm sleepy and my parents are about to wake up.
Next chapter or maybe a PM.
I know I always say I would PM.
But one day I would.
One day.
Haha.
Thank you for everything *Throws pictures of Oliver and Felicity in Nanda Parbat*
NOT BETAED.
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"They say 'It will get better.'
They lie.
It doesn't get better.
You just get used to it."
Chapter Twelve : The drunk adventures of Felicity Que-Smoak
Felicity remembered the first time she had pot brownie.
Well, she didn't remember but her friends and Cooper had given her a vivid explanation of what she had done.
She screamed at a teacher (she remembered cringing when she had heard that) and had danced on a table.
And then she went into anaphylactic shock.
Right there on the table.
In front of everyone.
Which later on made Felicity sad. Because she did have a dream of getting drunk and someone just recording her antics.
Her allergy took the fun out of it.
But she did realize that being drunk heightened her emotions.
But, since then, she never really got drunk.
And so she never really went into her vampire mode (she seriously needed to stop watching television shows.)
She'd wondered if that was a good thing or a bad one.
Because being drunk has its consequences.
But it sure is fun as hell.
Besides, she got drugged.
Not drunk.
Drugged.
Eh, that sounds worse.
…
"Moira!" Felicity screamed again. Her drunken self was grateful she was wearing white sneakers as her feet moved rapidly.
Meanwhile, a string of curses were coming out of Oliver's mouth as he climbed up the stairs, two steps at a time. "Dammit!"
Felicity reached the door and narrowed her eyes at them.
Moira Queen was one diabolical woman.
She needed to be taught a lesson.
She moved back and raised her jean clad leg in the air. She had seen this in movies. She would kick the door open and Moira would be shocked before she would beg for forgiveness, crawling on her knees.
She grinned wickedly. But before she could do so, two strong arms held her waist and lifted her in the air. Felicity's eyes turned into small planets and before she could open her mouth to scream, a hand was removed from her waist and placed on her mouth.
Still she screamed.
It was muffled.
Oliver groaned when he heard the sound of shuffling from the other end of the door. He held on to Felicity before moving his head. He spotted a door that he was sure was some sort of storeroom. They had tons of these small rooms across the house. Felicity's head was against his chest when he spoke, "Don't scream, okay?" He told her and Felicity's eyes brightened as she nodded her head vigorously.
"Felicity." He was serious.
Her eyes lowered and Oliver sighed before he removed his hand from her mouth, "Don't." He said again and before Felicity could blink he had opened the door and had pushed Felicity in, "Oliver!"
"Stay inside and keep quiet. Or I won't be getting you those drinks." Oliver told her as he turned the light on and Felicity whimpered, "But-"
"Please." Oliver looked at her and Felicity groaned, "But I want to-"
"Rude!" Felicity told him before kicking the door. She cursed the next second as pain resonated in her right foot. She hopped on it, "Frack."
…
Oliver looked at his mother, his eyes wide, "Hey mom." Moira smiled at him, "Did you call me?"
"I did!"
Moira frowned, "Wh-"
Oliver coughed violently, "I did." He patted his chest before leaning down. He was standing way to close to the door to the storeroom. "I called you mom."
"Why?" Moira's eyebrows furrowed.
"Because I wanted to tell you that you are a-"
Oliver coughed even more violently. He leaned against the door and slammed his hand on it two times, rather harshly.
"Are you okay?" Oliver was acting weird.
"Of course." Oliver answered, his back now against the door of the storeroom, "I was-"
Oliver frowned, his mind reeling.
"I was thinking about spending some time together with you and since dad is not around, I-" Oliver paused, "Yeah? I mean, it's been way too long." He had been far too caught up in all of this. He knew his dad wasn't around and come to think of it, he really had been a reckless son of not thinking about his mom, "I don't have the time now. You know…Laurel," He added, "But tomorrow. A date?"
Moira grinned, her smile genuine, "Of course, sweetheart."
"Are you heading to Laurel's?"
"Yeah." He answered, "I'll see you later?" He asked her and Moira nodded, "Good night."
"Night."
The minute the door shut, Oliver opened the door to the storeroom.
His eyes flickered around. The yellow bulb illuminated the small room. A ladder was lying in one corner. They were wooden shelves towards his left where stacks of toilet paper and cloth that he was pretty sure was used for dusting were kept.
"Felicity?" He narrowed his eyebrows, trying to locate the blonde. A sound that was close to scowl resonated through the small space and Oliver blinked, "Felicity?"
A second later, he spotted her. Her blonde hair which weren't in their usual ponytail were hiding her face which was pressed against knees that were brought up to her chest. She was hiding her face, the loose sleeves of her grey t-shirt hung loosely and he was sure that Felicity had deliberately pulled them forward.
She looked good.
It took a second for Oliver to realize that it was his t-shirt.
Before he could think about it further, she had lifted her head and was looking at Oliver. Then she turned her face away.
"Felicity?" Oliver's eyebrows furrowed, "Go away." She mumbled.
"What?"
"Go away." Felicity declared, her pale coloured lips pouting involuntarily, "What?" Oliver questioned, "Why?"
"You pushed me in a closet." Felicity turned her head sharply towards him, "You are a meanie," She crossed her arms, "I don't like meanies."
"Fe-li-ci-ty." Oliver groaned, his hands moving in air, "I-I just wanted to-"He racked his brain, "Mom has had a tough time. She is-"
"A bitch!" Felicity moved her arms in the air, her knees still buckled up. "You don't know her Oliver," She suddenly whispered, her eyes wide and innocent as if afraid that someone might hear them, "She looks at me like she will eat me." She moved her hands in the air like claws, "Oh god," She mumbled again this time to herself.
"She doesn't-"Oliver tried protesting but Felicity shrugged him off, "She is."
"My mother is not a bitch, Felicity." Oliver said this as if trying to end the conversation.
"You're right." Felicity placed a finger on her chin and Oliver heaved a sigh of relief. "She is a ghost!"
"What?" Oliver blubbered out and Felicity blinked, her head moving up and down, "Yes! She is everywhere Oliver!" She said as she joined her hands, "She has an evil stare." She narrowed her eyes.
"What? No-"
"No!" Felicity stopped him, "You don't know her, Oliver! When I'm anywhere, she stares at me." She narrowed her eyes. She pointed her index and middle finger at her eyes before pointing them towards Oliver's blue ones, "Watching me. Always watching me."
Oliver' mouth parted open for a split second and Felicity continued to ramble, "She is." Felicity's voice trailed off, "Everywhere!" She said, her voice rising, her hands opening to show her palms to Oliver as she tried to exaggerate, "Everywhere." She mumbled, "We need to find her body."
Oliver sat down on his knees, "Is that all you think in your free time?"
Felicity ignored him before she reached for her phone.
"What are you doing?"
"Calling Dean and Sam, stupid." Felicity shook her head at his idiocy, "They will salt and burn her body." She scrunched her eyebrows, "Where did Moira perform voodoo magic when she was alive?"
Oliver laughed all of a sudden before he bit his lip to control it. He snatched away her phone. "I'll take that." He told her before pocketing her phone. The last thing he needed was her drunk dialling someone.
"But Dean and Sam and Castiel-" Felicity blubbered out, reaching for her phone but Oliver had already placed it in his pocket.
"I'll talk to them," He stated before shaking his head. Years later and she still was obsessed with television shows and books.
There was a time he found it adorable.
Now? He just wasn't sure.
"Will you let me watch her burn?"
Oliver frowned, "Ye..ah?" He wasn't sure how to answer that.
Felicity hummed happily and Oliver sighed. "Come on." He stood up, offering her his hand.
Felicity curled further into the small space if that was even possible, "No, I want to sit here."
"What?" Oliver closed his eyes, frustrated, "Felicity."
"No," She declared adamantly, "I will sit here." She pointed her index finger towards the floor, "He..here." She looked at him, "Here only."
"Felicity." Oliver warned.
"I will sit here!" She crossed her arms and pouted. "Here only. It's comfy."
Oliver in the next second had placed his arm underneath her knees and had lifted her up. Felicity squealed as she latched onto Oliver, her wide eyes gazing into his. "You might want to repeat that?"
Felicity huffed as Oliver carried her.
Oliver's hold tightened on her. He remembered when he used to carry her and now that he thought of it, she hadn't gained weight at all. She hadn't changed. Her hair still smelled like strawberries and as if on cue, Felicity jiggled her head causing wisps of her blonde hair to hit his face. He closed his eyes involuntarily before opening them, only to find Felicity staring at him, "What?"
"Nothing." Felicity smiled before she buried her face in his chest and Oliver felt his heart swell up. She was adorable and it had been so long since-he shook his head, "What are you doing?"
"Cuddling with my husband." She grinned at him, "I love it when you carry me." She stated and Oliver was caught off guard. He wanted to say something but he didn't.
Why didn't he say anything?
They reached the gate of the mansion and Oliver dropped Felicity down, although she did protest. "I'll go get the car." He said softly, his hands landing on her shoulders, "And you stay put." Felicity blinked her eyes, "I mean it Felicity. " His tone was firm. "Don't go anywhere."
Felicity nodded.
Oliver ran towards his car. In normal situations, he wouldn't have ran but Felicity was alone and he had a nagging feeling that this won't end well.
When Oliver neared the gate, ready to move his car out when he bit back a groan realizing Felicity had left.
Again.
"Now what?" It's been onlyhalf an hour since Felicity had been drunk and-
Only freaking half an hour.
"Felicity!" He yelled, the minute he got out his black Mercedes. This attracted the attention of the two guards who were standing in front of the gate.
"Where is Miss. Smoak?"
The guards looked at each other for a second before pointing outside. Oliver's eyebrows scrunched up as he walked out of the gate. He tried to look for Felicity amongst the people who were walking on the street only to find Felicity hugging a guy who had a huge white beard and bifocals, "Dumbledore!" She was yelling, hugging the guy happily whose expression Oliver couldn't see. "You're alive!"
Oliver didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
He walked towards his car and got in. His right hand was still bandaged but it had gotten better, thanks to his physiotherapist.
He stopped his car right in front of Felicity and the man before getting out. He bit his lip, trying to control his laughter as Felicity grinned at him, "Oliver! Look, Dumbledore!" She pulled the man's cheek, "He is alive!" The old man looked at him and Oliver straightened up, "Felicity." He said softly, pulling her towards him and the blonde frowned.
"Let's leave, okay? Dumbledore needs to be somewhere else." He declared and Felicity frowned, "Where?" She looked at the man, "Would you take me to Hogwarts?"
The man looked surprized for a second before a small smile came on his face. "I'm so sorry, Sir. " Oliver apologized, "She is just a little..." His voice trailed off. He certainly didn't want to utter the word 'drugged' or 'drunk' for that matter because he knew that Felicity won't believe it-
"Drunk. " The man finished and Felicity narrowed her eyes at him while Oliver groaned.
"If I was drunk, I would know it Mister." She glared at him, "Just because you are a wizard doesn't mean you know everything. " She let out a 'humph' before walking around the car and sitting on the seat beside the driver.
"I'm so sorry." Oliver apologized again but the man laughed, "Don't be." He waved his hand in the air, "I get that every time." He smiled, "Good night. "
"You too." Oliver watched the man leave and frowned, his head tilting ever so slightly. Meanwhile, Felicity rolled down the window, "Did he leave?" She frowned, "I wanted a Hogwarts letter. " Her gaze moved towards her lap.
"You're too old. "
"I could be a professor."
"Hogwarts isn't that good of a school." Oliver declared as he got inside the car.
"How would you know?" Felicity punched his arm, "Bloody muggles." She mumbled and Oliver rolled his eyes as he started the car.
It was silence for the next ten seconds before Oliver turned towards her, "Now where do you live?"
Felicity frowned, "In a house, silly. "
"Where do you live, Felicity?"
"On the street, silly." She answered before grinning at him.
"Felicity-"
His phone started ringing and he raised a finger in the air. Realizing that it was Laurel, he stopped the car at one side of the road before picking it up, "Hey Laurel, "
Felicity's eyes fixated themselves on a sign in front of the club that said 'Valentine's day.' She moved her head forward to read better. The name of the club was Sapphire and it had red lights.
Felicity liked red lights.
So, she got out of the car.
"Felicity!" Oliver yelled, placing a hand on the mouth of his phone as he watched the blonde's retreating figure. "Laurel, I can't. Not today. I'll make up to you tomorrow," He said hurriedly before hanging up and getting out of the car. He didn't realize that he had left his phone in the car while doing so.
"Felicity!"
..
Felicity Smoak was pissed off.
The guard was eyeing her sceptically and wasn't allowing her to go inside. He thought she wasn't dressed club like. She even showed him her small purse that was in the back of her jean pocket and then her driver's license-but no.
Asshole.
Luckily, she had a knight in shining armour.
"Oliver!" She grinned the minute she him heading towards her. Oliver came and stood right beside her before taking a deep breath, "What did I tell you? No running-"
"They aren't letting me in!"
The guard that to some extent resembled Mark Henry cocked an eyebrow towards Oliver, "You are with Oliver Queen?" He asked, his voice heavy.
Felicity nodded her head vigorously before she hooked her arm with Oliver's. She smiled as she leaned her head on his shoulder, "He's my husband."
Oliver turned his head slightly. He was caught off guard as the guard looked at him, expecting a reply. He could have denied it, he should have denied it-
But he didn't.
"I'm…I'm her husband." He stuttered, looking at her and Felicity hummed in content when the guard allowed the two of them inside.
It took Oliver ten seconds to realize what had just happened.
And then another five to realize that they were in Max Fuller's club.
Oh crap.
"Hey Queen,"
And there he was, the devil himself.
Could this night get worse?
"Hey! Aren't you the guy whose fiancé Oliver screwed long before we met?"
He jinxed it, didn't he?
"Oliver." Max greeted the two with a smile and Oliver flashed him a forced one, "What brings you here? Is our party better than the one at Verdant's?"
"No," Oliver smiled, "We just came here to see what not to do the next time we celebrate Valentine's Day at Verdant."
Meanwhile, Felicity had unhooked her arm from Oliver's, her hand latching onto his hand instead as her eyes flickered around. They were loads of people out here. The song 'Kiss me' by Ed Sheeran was echoing through the club. They were couples slow dancing. The ambience was perfect. Red balloons and soft music. The environment was surreal.
"Oliver!" Felicity pulled his hand, "Let's dance!" She pulled his arm and Oliver let her because he seriously needed to get away from Fuller.
The minute Fuller was out of sight, Oliver heaved a sigh of relief before looking at Felicity who was looking at him. He let out a breathy laugh, "I don't dance, Felicity. You know that."
Felicity frowned, "But today is Valentine's Day and you always dance with me!" She pouted but Oliver simply shook his head before he pulled her hand, "No and we're leaving."
"No!" Felicity protested before she released her hand from his, "I'll go dance on my own." She huffed before walking away and Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose, frustrated.
"Felicity!" He said her name the umpteenth time that night.
It was weird.
How much he had loved her name to how he didn't like anyone uttering her name for quite a long time. How he despised that name and now a month in since she has been in Starling and all he is doing is blubbering out her name.
With so much ease.
Felicity always knew how to get to him, didn't she?
…
Felicity huffed again before stomping her foot rather harshly and making her way towards the bar top. The song had changed to John Legend's 'All of me' and Felicity really wanted to dance.
Her wish was answered in the form of Max Fuller approaching her. He smiled at her and Felicity grinned back, "Wanna dance?"
Felicity jiggled her head as a yes before placing her hand in his.
She really wanted to dance.
Max shot her a coy smile. He was about to lead her to the dance floor when a hand was pressed tightly against his shoulder.
Oliver gritted his teeth as he eyed the two set of hands, "I think I can manage that." He told him and Max glared at him, "The lady will get what she wants, Oliver. And right now, she wants to dance."
"I said, I can manage that." Oliver repeated, "She is my wife,Max. So, I suggest you let go of her hand." His hold on Max's shoulder tightened. The word wife came out involuntarily and it took a second for Oliver to realize.
"Weren't you two divorced?" He paused, "I don't see a wedding right eit-" Before he could finish both of the occupants retaliated.
Oliver's lips formed a thin line and Felicity suddenly pulled her hand away from Max, "I don't like you." She declared, moving herself closer to Oliver.
Oliver cocked an eyebrow at Max, "I believe the lady spoke." Max glared at Oliver before turning around and walking away.
"What is wrong with you?!" Oliver turned towards Felicity and she narrowed her eyes at him, "What did I do?"
"Dancing with Max, Felicity?"
"You refused to dance with me." Felicity poked her index finger in his chest, "You. You!" She kept poking his chest.
Oliver looked away, not knowing what to do. His eyes caught the sight of a couple of tequila shots lying on the bar, a half cut lemon lying beside it. He moved his hand, picking up the lemon, "Here. Eat this." He shoved the lemon in her face. Lemon would help. He didn't have lemonade here and he could ask, but he was really lacking patience.
Lemon it was.
"Eat this?" Felicity eyed the yellow fruit. She licked it before squeezing her eyes as the taste hit her buds, "It's too sour!"
"It's a lemon, what do you think?!"
Felicity glared at Oliver before throwing away the lime. "Did you joke?" She blinked her eyes, "Ha ha ha." She clapped her hands sardonically, "Idiot." She mumbled as she threw the lemon away.
"Felicity!"
Unfortunately for her, it landed in a girl's drink causing it to spill on her not so cheap white dress.
And then the girl screamed.
Oliver groaned.
Felicity giggled.
Oliver honestly thought that it might be the end of it but the girl walked towards them and shoved Felicity real hard, "You bitch."
As if on cue, the music stopped.
Like, really?
"What?" Oliver let out before stepping in between, "It was a mistake, let's calm down, okay?"
"What calm down?!" Felicity yelled, anger radiating off her, "You bloody- !" She was cut off when Oliver tried to pull her back, "Don't call me a bitch, bitch!" She narrowed her eyes at her.
"Felicity, sweetheart, calm down." Oliver said, his back still facing Felicity, "I'm sorry, Miss. This wasn't supposed to happen," He raised his hands in surrender, "I apologize." He flashed her his 'playboy' grin, hoping she'll melt. "I'll buy you a drink too." He moved his fingers in the air and the bartender nodded his head.
She eyed him warily for a second before smiling slowly.
"It's..okay." She did calm down, "Just control the leach." She pointed towards Felicity, a pissed off look on her face before walking away.
"Thank you." Oliver uttered.
At least something was going right.
"I'm not a leach you fuck-" Oliver turned around and immediately placed a hand on Felicity's mouth. She kept on babbling, her voice muffled and he could see her eyes widen every now and then.
He knew she was cursing.
When she became quiet, he removed her hand. "You shouldn't really curse, you know?"
"She deserved it." Felicity hummed before crossing her arms. Oliver bit his lip.
"I see you have made quite a big scene, here." Max made his presence known again and Oliver bit his lip, "Max, not now. Felicity let's go-"
"I don't want to go." She stomped her right foot on the ground and Max grinned like a cheshire cat, "You can leave Oliver. I'm here." He smiled before wrapping an arm around Felicity's waist and squeezing it.
Oliver narrowed his eyes. He gritted his teeth before grabbing Felicity's arm and pulling her towards himself, "She is mywife, Max. I can take care of her. Mind your own fucking business." He said harshly before looking towards Felicity. This time the use of the word 'wife' was intentional and he didn't regret it.
"We're leaving." He declared and pulled her arm.
Now he knew why Max hadn't kicked them out in the first place. He wanted to mess with him by using Felicity.
Why didn't he think of this before?
"Bye Max!" Felicity yelled happily as Oliver dragged her out of the club. The minute he let go of her hand, she glared at him. The two were standing on the threshold of the club, right in the middle of the street. It was probably two am at night and the silence was deafening.
"You are such a party pooper, "Felicity murmured, "We should have stayed inside. But no, you have to mess things up." She uttered, "Ahhh! Look at me I'm all broody!" She puffed out her chest, "I wanted to enjoy. You know what? I'm going in!"
"Felicity!" Oliver suddenly yelled at the top of his voice.
He was furious.
The image of Max wrapping his arm around her was burning in the back of his mind.
"I don't want to deal with all of this, right now, okay? We're leaving means we're leaving."
Felicity blinked.
And then she shoved him real hard.
It was like a sudden switch. Her voice rose,"Don't shout at me!" She told him and it was a wonder why the guard standing in front of the club hadn't approached them yet.
"What-"
Oliver didn't anticipate what was coming next. A sound echoed across the space and he blinked, his head turned towards right, his cheek red.
She had slapped him.
"You know that I don't like you shouting!" She continued to yell, "I don't like this side of yours." She crossed her arms.
Oliver's gaze darkened as he stared her. "Did you just fucking slap me?"
Felicity nodded her head happily, "I wanted to teach you a lesson." She clapped her hands, "You left me. You screwed that woman while I watched. You walked out! You! You!" She poked his chest, "And then you shout at me!" She narrowed her eyes at him, "So, I slapped you." She rubbed her hands together. "I've always wanted to do that for so long." She mentally smiled, "You deserved it." She scowled.
Oliver saw red. She was the only person who knew how to press his buttons and she had. It was the thought again. The thought of Ray and her made his anger reach its peak.
Oliver eyes narrowed at her all of a sudden and before Felicity could retaliate, he was cornering her against the wall wantingher to listen to him once. "I slept with that bitch because you were with Ray." He bit out, "You chose him over us." He glared, and Felicity stared at him, not turning her eyes away once. "No, I-"
Oliver stared at her, "You know what?" He started, "Go inside and be with Max too! That's all you know how to do, don't you, Felicity?"
Felicity felt tears in her eyes as she pushed Oliver away, "Stay away from me!" She pushed his chest violently, "I never was with Ray. You are a bastard, Oliver!" She yelled in her loud voice.
"I never was with Ray," She whispered before hugging herself before glaring at Oliver, "You screwed that bitch!" She glared at him and Oliver huffed before turning his face away. "You ruined our relationship." She mumbled
"I hate you." Felicity said with disgust and Oliver suddenly turned to look towards her, his expression softening for a second.
"Then what is stopping me here?" He regained his momentum and shot Felicity a sharp glare. She narrowed her eyes at him before mumbling, "Get lost then."
Oliver raised his hand in the air as if trying to say something before turning around and walking away.
Felicity felt tears dripping down her cheeks as she hugged herself tighter.
She sat down, her back against the wall and cried.
She fucking hated Oliver Queen.
…
Oliver started his car and gritted his teeth. He recalled the conversation and his hand on the power steering tightened.
I never was with Ray.
They say, drunk words are sober thoughts?
What if- Oliver shook his head, she was drugged and it was too late.
I hate you, Oliver Queen
He felt a pang in his chest.
He stopped the car before slamming his hand against the steering wheel.
She was drugged, what about him?
He should have had control on himself.
He recalled her face that had been coiled in pain when he realized he had left her there.
She wasn't even in her senses. For once in a long while, it had felt that both their anger was out in the open. Is that what happens? When three years later, you finallyallow yourself to confront some of it?
He fucked up, didn't he?
He growled, "Fuck." He mumbled before getting out of the car.
He needed to fix this.
He was the one who got her into this mess.
He was the one who will get her out of it.
…
"Hey," Oliver mumbled as he approached her, his hands tucked in his jean pockets and Felicity looked up, glaring at him through her tear filled eyes, "Go away."
"I'm...I'm sorry, okay?" He closed his eyes, "You just-" He opened them, "You made me angry. It doesn't justify this, I am sorry."
Felicity rose to her feet, "You hurt me!" She shouted at him before turning her head away, "I hate you." She wiped her tears with her hands, "Get lost."
Oliver sighed, he knew she wouldn't listen to him. "Come here." He said softly and Felicity shook her head, "No. You are a meanie."
Oliver let out a breathy laugh before he stepped in front of her, "Does it hurt?" They were standing mere inches away from each other, "Where does it hurt?"
"You care?" She scoffed.
Oliver decided to ignore her comment and pressed his hand against the right side of her head, "Here?" He asked her before pressing his hand at the back of her head, "Here?" He mumbled again and Felicity pressed her lips together, but did not say a word.
Oliver sighed as he pressed the area tightly and rubbed his hand against it, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted that way." He told her again and Felicity looked up, "Sorry doesn't make everything better, asshole."
"I know. You're drugged and still you have the sass," Oliver noted and Felicity sniffed, "It's not sass. I am stating facts." She tilted her head sideways as the light hit her on face and Oliver could see she was still crying, "I'm not drugged." She paused, "If I was drugged, I would know it. I went to MIT."
"I know that," Oliver grinned, "You're the smartest." He told her instead and Felicity let out a huff and nodded again.
"Don't ever hurt me again, okay?"
She looked innocent and suddenly Oliver felt his mind reeling back.
Hurt.
He wanted to laugh a little.
If only the situation had been different.
If only.
But still, he answered it with utmost sincerely.
He tilted his head sideways, his eyes closing for a split second, "Never."
"Good. I'm okay now."
"Then why are you still crying?" He asked her and Felicity closed her eyes allowing the water to escape, "I don't know." She told him, "My eyes like to sweat." She huffed.
"Really?" Oliver smiled, "Is that why you stink?" He pulled her glasses out, Felicity eyes following him. Oliver wiped the moisture on her spectacles with the help of his jeans. He blew a little on each frame before putting it back on Felicity, "There." He made a face when he noticed Felicity's serious expression, "You still stink though." He hoped it would cheer her up.
Felicity raised her arms in the air before sniffing them, "I don't stink." She told him a second later, "Do you think I stink?" She frowned, "I bought this new roll on so I shouldn't sweat. Do you think the people of Dove screwed with me?"
Oliver let out a breathy laugh before he cupped her face with his bandaged hand. Felicity tilted her head sideways, a small smile on her face as Oliver used his thumb to wipe away the moisture. The gesture was soft and slow and Oliver found himself gazing into her eyes. Felicity blinked and Oliver suddenly snapped out of it before he took a step away.
Felicity frowned.
"Uh, we should go." He muttered and Felicity nodded before wrapping her arms around herself. Oliver saw her doing this and sighed before taking off his jacket and holding it out for Felicity, "Here." He said and Felicity took it. He was wearing a black t-shirt underneath.
"Such a gentleman." Felicity grinned before moving her hand to touch his face, "Good boy." She smiled as she moved his face sideways with her hand, "You aren't that bad, you know?" She grinned and pushed his sideways one more time. Oliver's mouth parted open. Felicity took the jacket and moved her right arm through it followed by the left. A huff escaped her lips before she pouted because the jacket was too big for her.
Oliver smiled, sometimes he forgot how tiny she really was. It was still the same thing. Somethings never really change. He sighed before holding Felicity's hand and folding the sleeve that was way too long for Felicity's arm. Both the arms. He fixed the collar and then moved her hair sideways. Felicity smiled, "Now, should we go?"
"Oliver Queen," Felicity started, "You are not a meanie anymore."
Oliver huffed out in amusement. Drunk Felicity was kind of adorable, "I'm sorry again," He whispered this time.
Felicity simply shook her head, "It's okay. I slapped you too."
"Nah, I think I deserved that one."
"That, you did."
Whoever said that marriage is a relationship where one person is always right and the other is the husband was a bloody genius.
Really.
A genius.
She was right though.
She always was.
…
February 2009
For a genius Felicity should have figured out what Oliver was up to. But she hadn't been able to because Oliver Queen had completely blown her away.
She twitched her fingers, a parody of Oliver's habit that she had caught without even realizing. She was really nervous because it was their first date. She still remembered Oliver pumping his fists in the air when she finally had said yes after a month and giggled.
She sat on the chair and twitched every now and then. Oliver was late and it wasn't really a surprise but she really hoped he would come soon or else she would overdose on benzos. She already had taken three of them and was contemplating whether she should go for the fourth one or not.
Luckily for her, Oliver decided to make his presence known within the next few moments. She whipped her head to see him and he looked-
Wow.
She had seen him in suits before but right now, he looked really hot in his three piece blue suit.
It was pretty formal.
But Felicity liked it.
Oliver smiled at her while walking and Felicity got up the second he came to stand in front of the table. The two looked at each other before exchanging a nervous look and hugged the other. It was nice and certainly lacked the awkwardness that Felicity had felt the first time round. They parted away, their hands that they had interlocked during the hug lingered while doing so.
"What?" Felicity questioned seeing his expression.
"Sorry, I'm just-" Oliver mumbled as he sat down.
Oliver Queen was nervous and Oliver Queen was never nervous.
The power that this girl held over him.
"Nervous?" Felicity supplied, "Line forms behind me." She laughed and Oliver smiled lightly before looking at the waiter, "Scotch."
"Water for me," Felicity spoke and Oliver stopped the waiter before looking at Felicity, his eyebrows hiking up, "Are you sure? Because it might sorta help with-"
"Alcohol is not going to mix well with the three benzos I took." Felicity laughed and Oliver let the waiter go.
"Am I being crazy?" Oliver asked Felicity, "I mean what do we have to be nervous about?"
Felicity leaned forward, "Well, we've already exhausted what normally people talk about on their first date," She said, "And second date. And third date. And every date." She ranted, "I've even seen you shirtless." She told him to prove a point recalling the time when she was waiting for him at his house and he had just gotten out of shower and-she leaned back and curled her lip inwards, her cheeks red before moving forward, "Multiple times." She uttered, eyeing the napkin like it was the most fascinating thing she had ever seen before stopping, reaching for the glass of water that the waiter had just placed on the table.
"So?" Oliver asked, interlocking the fingers of his hands together, "Now, that we've established that you love seeing me shirtless, what else should we talk about?"
Felicity tilted her head sideways. Was there anything about Oliver Queen that she didn't know? "I don't..know?"
Okay, what if they had a really sucky first date?
And then, they decide they were better off friends?
It would break their friendship.
The thought itself made her want to cry.
"Hey," Oliver whispered and she felt him holding her hand, "Nothing will go wrong, okay?" And Felicity frowned, she said that thought out loud, didn't she?
Uhh.
But for the first time she was grateful. She knew she didn't have the courage to verbalise it on her own.
Felicity smiled, "Yeah."
"Okay, now let's talk about when you first found out you liked me." He flashed her a cocky grin, "Was it when I saved you? Or was it when we hugged?" His eyes widened, "It was when I stayed at your house for a day wasn't it? You realized you found me sexy-"He grinned cockily and Felicity shoved him.
"You're impossible!"
Oliver laughed, "Only for you."
Felicity rolled her eyes.
…
"Here." Oliver turned his head right, "This is the best ice cream place in town." He pivoted his head towards Felicity, "You eat ice cream here once and I swear, you'll come back here again and again." He grinned.
" ." Felicity smiled before frowning as she the people, "We're dressed formally. It's going to be awkward."
Oliver cocked an eyebrow, "Since when do you care what people think?" He nudged her, "Come on." He bit out and Felicity let out a breathy laugh before getting out of the car.
The name of the shop was 'Frozen' which was highlighted in blue and white giving the illusion that it was ice. Felicity realized that they were an awful lot of people here but then she figured out that it was ten pm, so of course people would come here for dessert. Oliver held out his hand for her and she took it and the two of them headed inside.
"Hey Mrs.P," Oliver greeted the elderly woman who was behind the counter. The lady smiled, her brown eyes lighting up. Her hair was in a bun and the warm expression on her face reminded Felicity of Raisa, "Oliver!" She said happily before walking through the small space beside the counter. She walked past the rest of the customers and made her way towards him.
"Oliver!" She said as she hugged him and Felicity smiled, her hand still in Oliver's. "Is this Felicity?" She looked at the blonde and Felicity was surprised, her eyes shifted to Oliver for a second before Mrs. P hugged her, "I've heard a lot about you, dear." And Oliver blushed.
"Hopefully good stuff." She let out and laughed.
The elderly lady winked, "Definitely good stuff."
…
"How come you've never taken me to this place before?" Felicity asked Oliver. The two of them were standing in a park that was right behind the ice cream parlour. The park had a bridge, underneath which water from a river-Felicity didn't know the name of- flowed. The two were leaning against the railing of the bridge.
Oliver finished his ice cream before wiping his hands with a tissue, "I wanted to take you out here on a date, not just randomly. Besides, you don't expect me to tell you all about my secret hideouts, do you?"
"So you do have secret hideouts," Felicity started, "I had secret hideouts too. But then mom discovered it-" She pouted involuntarily, "And it all got ruined."
Oliver turned around, his back against the railing, "I have a lot of secret hideouts." His eyebrow rose, "Really?" Felicity gave him a lopsided grin, "Will I get to see them?"
"Absolutely not."
Felicity punched Oliver with her left hand. Before she could take her hand away, Oliver pulled it towards himself, "So," He started, his eyes widening as he looked at Felicity.
"So?" Felicity tilted her sideways, perfectly aware of what he was thinking, "So, what?" She shrugged her shoulders.
"For a genius you really are dumb, you know?"
"Hey!" Felicity protested, trying to pull her hand away, "You're being mean."
"It's true." Oliver answered before pulling her towards himself. He leaned a little bit closer, way too close, "After the first date-" Felicity placed her right hand in front of her mouth, "I have a third date rule." She told him.
"What?" Oliver frowned, "Really?"
"Well," Felicity started, "Not really. But I've definitely not kissed guys on the first date itself. Well, I didn't have that many of first dates though, which, "She frowned, "Sounds bad." She shivered, "But the point is, I definitely don't kiss-"
She was stopped by a pair of lips on the top of hers.
Soft lips.
Really soft.
Oh.
Oh.
It took her five seconds to retaliate as Oliver's hand cupped her cheek ever so slowly, his other hand travelling to her back, which was bare thanks to the her backless dress. She shivered as she kissed him back, her eyes closing while her hands held on to the lapels of his jacket which she pulled tighter. His lips were soft and gentle. The two of them wanted to savour this moment. It was unlike other kiss Felicity had ever had. It wasn't hot, it was sweet and passionate.
And filled with love.
She had imagined kissing him a hell lot of times and her imagination didn't do him justice.
No freaking away.
Felicity smiled as Oliver pulled away for a second before kissing her one last time. Their foreheads leaned against each other momentarily before she tilted her face upwards, "I like this. The next time I'm on a first date with someone, I'll definitely kiss him."
Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist, "The next first date, huh?" He asked her and Felicity nodded, her eyes closed, "Probably with a billionaire." She answered, a mischievous smile on her face as she linked her arms behind his neck, "Who would kiss me all the time and buy me stuff-"
Oliver leaned down kissing her lips gently, "Like this?"
Felicity made a face, "I don't know." She uttered, "Show me again?" She tilted her head and Oliver laughed.
And then he kissed her again.
…
"Again?" Oliver groaned, "Felicity, one last time-where do you live?" He asked her, "Please be serious."
"In a house, "Felicity answered nonchalantly before picking up his phone that was lying on the dashboard, "Down the street." Oliver's ears perked up, "On the street!" She ended with a clap of her hands and Oliver groaned.
Although he was grateful about one fact, she wasn't in a sore mood
And now that he thought about it, he wasn't in one either.
Funny, how half an hour ago they were fighting and here they were.
Funny indeed.
Oliver's eyes shifted towards the phone in her hand that happened to be his.
"Phone," He muttered, "Of course!" He slammed his hand against his forehead
How could he be so stupid?
He snatched his phone out of Felicity's hands and Felicity protested, "Hey!"
Oliver sighed before stopping the car near the street yet again. He pressed the speed dial for Digg's number and then pressed the phone against his ear, muttering under his breath.
He really needed him to pick up his phone.
But it rang.
It rang and nothing happened.
He pinched the bridge of his nose before Felicity poked his arm. He turned his head sideways and she offered him her phone that she found in his jacket, "You look stressed." She pointed out and Oliver bit back a smile. His eyes furrowed as he stared at her phone.
Maybe he could call Palmer.
But he definitely didn't want to call Palmer.
Still, he had no option did he?
He took her phone and Felicity took his face. Her eyes brightened as she stared at his wallpaper, his passcode was an easy thing to crack-"Oliver, let's take a picture!" She said excitedly as she stared at the selfie of Tommy, Laurel and him. "Then you can make it your wallpaper." She told him, "I don't like Laurel on your wallpaper." She told him sincerely and Oliver frowned before shaking his head, "No-"
"You said no on the dance floor too!" She punched his arm, "You always ruin my day!" She mumbled before crossing her arms and turning her face away, "I want a picture. They are all I have, you know?" She pouted her lips.
Oliver sighed and took a deep breath, "Will that make you happy?"
Felicity turned towards him and nodded her head, "Yes. Yes!"
They are all I have.
Felicity snapped a picture of the two of them and for once, Oliver tried to ignore the way her thumb skimmed over their faces as if she has done this before. As if she this was all she had – memories.
"Now, can I call?" He asked her and Felicity nodded. She looked at Oliver's phone and chose to play Circle meanwhile.
Oliver huffed before sliding his finger across her screen. "Passcode?" He mumbled and surprisingly, Felicity answered that in an instant.
Oliver shrugged the stray thoughts before entering the digits and frowned when he saw the wallpaper. It was a picture of baby Sara and her, the two of them cuddling together. And despite the fact the fact that it confused him of how they knew of each other, he smiled.
She was grinning at the child her arms wrapped around the little girl who was grinning widely, showing her two missing front teeth.
Is this how she would have been if Conner was alive?
If only.
...
So, Oliver tried calling Diggle and then Palmer. Hell, he even called Gerry wondering if he knew where Felicity lived.
But no one picked up, no one.
To make matters worse, Felicity's phone died.
Oliver had to hastily add the numbers in his phone before it switched off. He had tried calling again a few number of times. He called Ray and at his home to, much to his chagrin but no one picked up.
He also discovered that he had missed calls from Tommy, Laurel and Thea.
He wanted to call them back but didn't.
He simply messaged them that he was safe and will meet them in the morning.
He had much bigger things to worry about.
Now, where was he supposed to take Felicity?
"Cause I give you all of me. And you give me all of you, "Felicity sang with the radio, opening her arms, "I give you all of me. And you give me all of you!" She ended the song, "Oh oh!"
Oliver laughed. The only thing remotely entertaining in the past hour was Felicity. She sang well, Oliver knew that but it was her gestures and her expressions. For the past half an hour she had been singing all the songs that had been playing on the radio and Oliver wasn't surprised. Even during the time when they were together, Felicity had a habit of listening to songs.
He had watched her sing 'Dance till the world ends', followed by 'A-team' and then by 'Never say Never' and then best one yet, 'Eye of the Tiger'.
It was fun.
Seeing Felicity smile like that. It had been a while since he had done that, for once it felt like they were back to their old selves. There was nothing between them, no baggage whatsoever – it was just a nice light hearted moment.
Not to mention, it kept her distracted and made her laugh.Suffice it to say, Oliver absolutely loved it.
It was good.
Oliver was having fun.
He was smiling.
So was she.
But it didn't hide away the real situation.
It never really went away, did it?
He really needed to take Felicity somewhere.
…
Felicity eyes widened the minute the entered the gate and she looked at Oliver, "Are we home?" Her tone was laced with excitement and Oliver hesitated for a second, before nodding, "Yeah." He mumbled.
He had no other option.
So, he took her to their old house.
He parked the car in the parking lot before getting out. Felicity blinked her eyes repeatedly as she got out, a huge smile on her lips. She pulled the jacket closer to herself as she started to walk behind Oliver.
They were home.
…
Felicity entered the house and she pivoted her head in all directions. She squealed as she saw that the house hadn't changed one bit, "This is our house Oliver!" She told him excitedly while he dropped the keys in the bowl on the table beside the door.
Felicity's feet moved on the hardwood floor as she smiled. The house had brick walls at some ends when went well with the soft shade of cream on the other part of the walls. Two brown couches faced each other forming a 'u', cushions lying on them haphazardly, a table lying between them that had two small pots placed on it. Right in front of the table was a LCD set, right in the middle of two wooden shelves full of books.
It was home.
Oliver smiled wryly before putting his hands in his jean pocket. There was time a when they were pictures of Felicity, Conner and him around the house. Now, it was just Conner and him.
Felicity whipped her head only to find herself gazing at the kitchen and right on cue, her stomach growled, "I'm hungry." She declared and Oliver frowned, "What?"
"I'm hungry." She shrugged, "I want food." She started walking towards the kitchen, "Loads and loads of food."
Oliver pinched the bridge of his nose, just when he thought the situation was getting better.
…
"Just stop alright?" Oliver looked at Felicity who had a huge knife in her hand. She was still wearing his jacket, Oliver didn't know where the apron was, her tongue sticking out as she focused on cutting the piece of chicken, "Why do you want me to stop?" She narrowed her eyes at Oliver, the knife pointed dangerously close to his neck. Oliver took a step back, his eyes widening, "Because you are tired."
He couldn't say that she was drunk-drugged.
He kept forgetting that fact.
"So you would cook?" Felicity crossed her arms, the knife held in one hand, "But you don't know how to cook."
"I know how to cook."
"No, you don't, "Felicity started before she made a face, "Bleh." She muttered with disgust, her tongue coming out, "You make bad food."
"I-" Oliver leaned over before snatching the knife, "don't." He muttered.
"You do." Felicity nodded her head and Oliver walked past her to fetch some water for the rice, "I have gotten better, okay?" Oliver defended himself, "And look who is talking it's because of me you learned how to cook in the first place."
"Did not!"
"Did too!"
Oliver turned around, holding the utensil with water in it. He grinned at Felicity, "Now, I'll teach you how to cook."
Just then his hip collided with the slab causing the water to spill on him.
Felicity laughed loudly.
…
March 2009
Felicity smiled to herself as she stood beside Thea, her hands interlocked. She was eagerly waiting for Oliver to come. They were at Verdant and Oliver and Tommy had been super busy with everything.
So, Felicity decided to cook for him, for them.
Oliver recently had told her that he loved Italian, red sauce pasta to be pretty specific, so Felicity decided to cook something for him. They had been dating for a month and she felt like both Tommy and he had been working really hard and they deserved a break.
Although it was tough. She had googled all kinds of recipes and had made tons of mistakes. From boiling the pasta wrong to actually adding too much of chilly, she had made every sort of mistake.
But in the end she made it the right away.
She hoped she did.
Laurel made her way past them and Felicity looked at her, not knowing what to say.
It had been very awkward.
But Laurel did flash her a ghost of a smile as she walked by. Sara who was behind her grinned at Felicity before making her way towards her, "What are you guys waiting for?"
"Oliver and Tommy," She muttered back to Sara. Now to be honest, she didn't know Sara that well. Come to think of it, she didn't even know Laurel that well. But Sara and she were acquaintances. They were neighbours who smiled at one another, she was Oliver's friend. Now, she wasn't as close to her as she was with Tommy and Thea but she didn't mind her company.
Sara was nice girl, yeah.
"Why?" Sara asked placing her hands on her hips, "She cooked for them. Well, Oliver to be pretty specific." Thea supplied, her gaze wandering towards the liquor that laid on the bar top. Felicity placed her left hand on her cheek and turned her gaze away, "Hey!"
"You're too young!"
"It's not like I'm drinking!"
Felicity was about to reply when Oliver made his presence known.
"Hey," He walked towards Felicity before leaning down for a kiss, "Hey." Her eyes closed as he leaned in, a bright smile on her lips.
She could never get tired of Oliver kissing her.
Never.
"Uh," Thea poked Oliver's arm, "Little sister right here?" She raised her hands and Oliver flicked her forehead, "You too Speedy." Before Sara could protest, he said hi to her too.
"Where's Tommy?"
"Still in the back talking to the bartenders," Oliver told Felicity, "Laurel went to meet him."
Oliver's gaze flickered towards the chair right in front of the bar. It was a box and his eyes squinted before he reached for it, picking it up.
Opening the box, his eyes widened, "Is this pasta?" He picked up the fork, "I wanted to have Italian today. Who brought this?" Before anyone could answer him, he put the fork on his mouth. He cringed at first before taking another bite of the food, almost as if testing it.
Felicity exchanged a look with Thea while biting her lip.
And then Oliver placed his arm on the bar top and pulled out a tissue.
And then, he threw up in it.
Felicity gaped.
"Who the hell brought this?" He asked, his face coiling to show disgust, "Yuck. This is so bad." He murmured before reaching for another tissue and wiping his mouth with it. He looked at Thea, his left hand clutching the box, "Did you bring this from the place down town? You know I don't-" Thea was shaking her violently, her eyes big.
"What?"
Just then Felicity stomped her right foot before turning around and walking away.
"What?" Oliver looked at Thea and Sara. The latter shook her head, "You're an idiot, Ollie. She cooked it."
"What?"
"She cooked it for you and you basically told her it was crap. Way to go big brother," Thea crossed her arms.
"Shit." Oliver muttered, "I'm in big trouble, aren't I?" Sara nodded, "Big one."
…
Felicity huffed to herself as she crossed her arms across her chest. Tears threatened to make their presence known but Felicity refused to cry.
Who did he think he was?
She had worked for days over it. Well, you could say she was stupid enough to not taste it but still, she had tasted the previous attempts and they turned out okay, so she expected this one to be good too. Especially because it smelled really good.
She'd wondered what went wrong.
Maybe Oliver lacked taste buds.
She huffed.
"So," She heard Oliver say and she turned around, narrowing her eyes, "Go away."
Oliver smiled sheepishly, still holding the lunch box, "So, you cooked, huh?"
Felicity scowled, "Yes I did. And you are an ungrateful fool." She stated, "How can you be so mean? I worked hours on it!" She raised her hands in the air, "For days, Oliver! And you say it sucks which it did, okay! You could have been a bit more polite?"
Oliver laughed, "Polite? Felicity eating that was potential suicide." Felicity gasped, taking a step forward, her hands flaying in the air, "Oliver! You're so mean-"
Oliver took this as an opportunity and stabbed the pasta on the fork before putting it in her mouth. Felicity's eyes widened as she tasted it before turning around and throwing it out of her mouth, "See?" Oliver retorted.
"Yuck!" Felicity wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, "That's gross. This is even worse than my mom's food." She could still could feel the taste of it lingering in her mouth. The salt was too much, the oregano was almost as if it wasn't there and she was pretty sure that the pasta was undercooked.
"And you wanted me to eat it," Oliver declared and Felicity pouted, "I worked really hard, you know?"
"And I love it," Oliver placed his free hand on his cheek before pressing his thumb near her eye, wiping away the moisture, "I love the effort, thank you for it." He paused and Felicity looked at him. She knew him well enough to know that he was biting back a retort, "Just the next time stick to computers rather than the kitchen."
Felicity gasped before shoving him lightly. She tried to be angry at him and Oliver laughed, "What? It's true!" He exclaimed and Felicity wanted to say something back but instead she just laughed, "You're an asshole."
"Your asshole."
"Really?" Felicity raised her eyebrows. On the outside she may laugh at this but on the inside her heart melted into a pile of goo.
Oliver shot her a smile, "Yup. But the next time, you want me alive, just lay off the cooking why don't you?" Felicity laughed while whacking his arm. Oliver made a face before picking up the fork, the pasta stuck on it, "Here."
"What?" Felicity asked, bewildered, "I am not eating it."
"I ate two bites," Oliver shoved the fork, "You would eat two too." He huffed, "You screamed at me."
"You were being a mean!"
"You almost got me killed." Oliver pointed out and Felicity's bottom lip jutted out, "No."
Oliver raised an eyebrow and Felicity cringed before opening her mouth. Oliver smiled and made her eat the pasta. Felicity made a face before munching on it, "I really shouldn't cook."
"You think?" Oliver asked rhetorically, "I'm pretty sure even if I throw them on the street, even the dogs won't eat it."
Felicity stomped her right foot, "Enough." She declared with a huff, "Why don't you go and dump it on the street then, just to see?" She glared at him before walking away, "First, I cook for him and then he insults me." She muttered as she walked away from him.
Oliver groaned. He was just joking, "Felicity!" He called out, "I'm sorry!" He continued and Felicity turned around to glare at him one last time.
Oliver laughed. Felicity was feisty and he loved that about her. But a small part of his brain supplied that he would also need to convince her. He made a mental note of getting her gift today.
He sighed as he brought the box close before sniffing it. The pasta did smell delicious though. Whatever he might utter, he did appreciate the fact that Felicity cooked for him. She cared that much and he might just be messing with her, but he really loved the effort.
Just not the food so much.
Yeah, definitely not the food.
…
Felicity eyed the food before she licked her lips. Taking a bite of the chicken and rice that Oliverhad cooked, she almost moaned while tasting it. She looked at him, "This is super yummy." She commented and Oliver grinned, "I told you that I've gotten better." Wiping his hands with a towel, he made his way towards Felicity before sitting right in front of her on the couch.
Oliver placed one leg on the couch in 'L' shape, his other leg touching the ground, "You like it?"
"Yeah," Felicity hummed happily. She looked at Oliver before moving her arm that was holding the spoon filled with rice towards him, "Here." She mumbled.
Oliver blinked, "What?"
Felicity talked to him in a way that strangely reminded him of a child, "You must be hungry too. You didn't eat anything too." Oliver stared at her for a second and then slowly he smiled, "I'm not hungry. You eat."
"No." Felicity was adamant, "If you won't eat, I won't eat." Oliver sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. To be very honest, he was hungry but Felicity as his priority at the moment. He didn't really think about it that much while cooking because he wanted Felicity in bed as soon as possible. He'll probably look for something after she goes off to sleep, "Felicity-"
"No!" Felicity shoved the spoon in his direction and Oliver sighed before taking a bite, "There. Happy?" He asked her and Felicity closed her eyes before nodding her head, "Happy." She paused, "Now go get one more spoon." She told him, "We'll eat together."
Wait, what?
"Felicity-"
"Go and get your spoon now." Felicity declared, "We'll eat together. If you won't eat-" Oliver raised his hands in surrender before getting up and going to the kitchen. He picked out a spoon and shot her a sarcastic grin, "There. Happy?"
"Very." Felicity clapped her hands, "It'll be like old times. You and I eating from the same plate."
Oliver frowned before he smiled sadly, "Yeah. Like .."His voice turned soft, "Like old times."
He sat right in front of her and Felicity looked at him, "Just don't eat that fast or I'll-"
"Starve, I know." He mumbled before moving his spoon on the plate. Scooping some rice in the spoon, he ate it. Now that he thought about it, he really was hungry, "Good boy." Felicity patted his head and Oliver rolled his eyes.
"It would be better if you had that red wine. You never gave those two glasses you promised!"
"No, I didn't."
"You did! You broke a promise. A promise breaker is a shoemaker, you know?"
"I didn't promise anything."
"You are a liar."
"I'm not."
"Liar and shoemaker."
"Felicity."
…
Oliver rubbed his eyes as the fatigue kicked in. It was already four thirty am and he just wanted to doze off. He turned his head towards Felicity who still wasn't tired and was babbling off stuff.
Oliver bit back a groan before getting off the couch. "Get up," He told Felicity and the female in question blinked before getting up. Her feet were bare, she had long ago discarded off her sneakers and she had also taken off his jacket, "Let's get you to bed."
Felicity gasped, "No!" She crossed her arms, "I don't want to sleep. I want to stay right here." She pointed towards the couch, "We'll sit right here and talk."
"Felicity." Oliver closed his eyes, "Please."
Felicity frowned, her mouth turning upside down before she sighed, her shoulders sagging, "Then you'll promise you'll stay with me?"
"Felicity, I can't-"
"Please?" She repeated the same word that Oliver spoke, but unlike him it lack exasperation and was filled with expectation.
Expectation.
He never realized how they had stopped looking at each other with expectation.
A pang hit his heart and the realization that the two of them were too far gone.
But still, he murmured, "Yes," He made a mental note to escape the bedroom whenever she falls asleep, "Now, can we go?"
Felicity nodded, "Yes."
…
Felicity tried to catch a peek of the closet Oliver had entered from behind his shoulder but he was so tall that they weren't able too.
"You're too tall, move away." Oliver didn't reply her for the next two seconds before turning around, "I thought I told you to stay in the living room."
"I was curious." Felicity told him simply.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know?"
"A cat has nine lives, you know?" Felicity countered, "I wanna see!" Oliver raised his hand, his mouth partng open almost as if to say something but then he just let out a breath before stepping away.
Felicity blinked as she tried to take in her surroundings. The walls of the room closet were filled with photographs. It was photographs of them,Oliver, Conner and she .A couple of them were placed on the shelves too and slowly Felicity's lips curled up. The top shelf had the photographs, some with frame, and some without. The shelf below it were full of gifts that they had placed in their house. It consisted of a beautiful snow globe, a music box, a set of cufflinks that she had gotten them on his birthday and so many things. The shelves below it were filled with clothes. Conner's and hers.
Felicity's head tilted sideways as she turned around. Walking forward, she didn't really think before she kept her hand on his cheek, "You still have them." She murmured and Oliver's face softened, "I-"
Felicity smiled ruefully, "You still have them." She repeated, "You still care." She whispered, "What happened to us, Oliver?" She rubbed her thumb across his cheek and Oliver closed his eyes as if savouring the moment.
"I don't know," Oliver laughed dryly and a second later, he placed his hand on Felicity's removing it ever so slightly, their hands still joined before letting it go, "I don't know." He wanted to say things, he wanted to clear things but he knew it wasn't the right time and she wasn't in the right mind.
He didn't think she would care.
But then, why did his heart tell him something different? When she left, his heart and mind agreed and he hated her. His heart was broken and he hated her. But now, his mind said that she wasn't good but his heart told him something else.
When did that happen?
Why was that happening?
A small part of his brain told him that he was still in love with her but he shrugged it off. He wasn't. He couldn't be.
"We were a good family. Not perfect, "Felicity laughed and Oliver bit his lip, "But we were great. You, me and Conner-" She stopped.
"Conner." She repeated and this time, tears filled her eyes. She tolted her head and Oliver felt his heart breaking as he saw her expression, "Conner." She mumbled his name and Oliver moved his hands, trying to hold her but she took a step back. She closed her eyes causing a tear to escape from her left away, "He is gone." She mumbled, "We can't be a family anymore. My baby is dead." She almost gasped, "Our baby is dead." In a second, she ran past him and Oliver turned around only to see her retreating figure, "Felicity!"
Hastily, he grabbed the first pyjama he spotted. This was the main reason why he came here. He just wanted to get her some clothes but it seemed like the situation had turned out to be different.
Quite different.
…
Oliver's first stop was their bedroom. Oldbedroom, he corrected himself and frowned when he didn't find her there.
He sighed to himself as a location where she could be did come in his mind and he almost cursed himself for not looking there before. He walked towards the said room, making sure that he doesn't make any sound that would make Felicity know of his presence.
He moved the door ever so slightly, hoping that it won't creek as he peeked in.
She sat on the floor, her knees pulled up to her chest as she gazed straight away. It was similar to her position back in the closet of the Queen Mansion but there the situation was different and here it was completely opposite.
Oliver looked at her one more time before taking a deep breath. His own heart was breaking on the inside. She looked so lost.It made him reminisce their old times. She used to sit in his nursery then too and now also, things haven't changed.
Oliver finally gathered the courage to talk to her. He pressed his hand against his face before making his away inside, "Hey." Felicity stiffened at the sound of his voice before she lifted her head and looked at him. She scooted closer to the wall if possible. "Hey."
He leaned his back against the wall, crouching down right beside her. "Somethings never change, huh?" He murmured to her, his hands dropping the pyjama that he had gotten on the floor.
Felicity sniffed before speaking "This was his nursery." She stage whispered, "Do you remember whenever we used to come here, he used to crib a lot, because-"
"Because the walls didn't have cartoons." He grinned ever so slowly, "Yeah." Conner was really observant. But Oliver guessed all babies were. The walls of this nursery were beige. A crib was right in the other corner, a small toy hanging above it for Conner to play with. Oliver remembered the time this room used to be full of toys, "And when we went back home, he used to cry when Thea held because he used to," Oliver laughed a little as Felicity spoke, his eyes moistening, "Forget who she was. How can a baby forget someone so easily?"
"Well, it is possible." Felicity sniffed, "Mom told me I used to cry when she used to get back from work because I didn't remember who she was."
"So, he was just like his mother then," Oliver nudged her shoulder with his own and the word 'was' wasn't lost to him. "He used to wake us up," Felicity murmured, "Remember?" She looked at him and Oliver nodded. If Felicity was happy recalling his memories then they would do so.
"Thea or Tommy or anyone used to enter our room and place him on the bed and he would tap our cheeks with his tiny hands," Felicity's voice trailed off and her fingers twitched, her thumb rubbing slow circles on the first two fingers of her hand. "And he would make these noises-"
Oliver sighed before turning his face away from Felicity, his eyes filling with tears, "Yeah." Felicity noticed this and spoke, ever so softly, "I'm sorry."
Oliver pivoted his head towards her, "For what?"
"For not letting you grieve." Felicity whispered, her gaze flickering towards her lap, "You lost him too, Oliver. And I was selfish enough to only think about myself and I know I've apologized before but it doesn't make it-" She was cut short as Oliver lifted her face, their eyes meeting, "There is no need for this, okay. I wanted to be there for you."
"But I wasn't there for you." Felicity whispered, "You were there." Oliver answered, "Always there." Felicity let out a soft whimper before placing her head on his shoulder, her hand curling around his bicep and Oliver stiffened, "Why do you think God took Conner away?"
Oliver gazed at the wooden floor, the uneasiness going away, his shoulders relaxed as he answered her in a soft voice, "Sometimes, God needs angels. He loves them too much to give them away and so," He moved his head towards her, his lips close to her blonde hair, "He takes them back."
"So, our Conner was an angel?"
"Yes."
"But he was supposed to be ourangel."
Felicity's hand tightened on his bicep and Oliver suddenly felt wetness on his cheek. He immediately wiped it with his left hand before sniffing lightly, "He is. Who says he isn't?"
"I tried seeing him, you know." Felicity started, "But then I couldn't. No one would let me," She closed her eyes.
"See him?" Oliver's heart filled with dread, "What do you mean see him?" Did she try to do something? A sudden pang full of fear hit him, his breath seizing for a split second as he found himself reaching for the hand that was curled around his bicep, "What do you mean you tried seeing him?" Did she try to commit suicide?
"I just missed him," Felicity murmured, "I missed you." She said before Oliver could say anything further, "I love you." She ended with a soft sigh and Oliver closed his eyes, leaning his head against the wall.
I miss you.
I love you.
I tried seeing him, you know.
They say drunk words are sober thoughts but somehow, his heart couldn't grip the reality and accept it. It was still rattling with the fear of losing her and then trying to accept her last sentences.
It couldn't be true.
His heart wasn't ready to accept it.
Still within the silence in the room, a soft response of his did come out, ever so slowly, "I missed you too."
But Felicity was already asleep, her breath even as she dozed away. A soft smile was on her face and Oliver reckoned that she was having a good dream.
Because reality was painful.
It was harsh and bitter.
Unlike dreams.
Which are happy and positive.
And unreal.
…
Oliver covered Felicity with a blanket. He had carried her all the way from the nursery before placing her in their bedroom. She was still wearing her jeans and Oliver knew she would crib in the morning but he had no other alternative.
Leaning down, he took off her glasses ever so slowly before placing them on the side table. He allowed himself to gaze at her face for a second. The look on her face was soft and solemn as if she was away from the harsh realities of the world. Although, the tear tracks on her face told him another story. He sighed before brushing his hand on her cheek ever so slowly. Wiping away the stray moisture, he leaned down, his lips dangerously close to her forehead as he recalled her previous words.
Could it be true?
But then Felicity moved and Oliver snapped away. He moved back in an instant before turning around. Flicking off the light on the way, he turned around one last time casting her a long look.
I tried seeing him, you know.
I miss you.
I love you.
He walked out of the room. He was read to head towards the guest bedroom when his eyes caught the sight of the closet door that he must have forgotten to close in haste. Oliver's foot padded against the ground as he walked towards it. He was almost about to close the door but then he changed his mind and instead stepped inside it.
He made his way towards the shelves before reaching for the photographs, a particular one. He remembered a time when this photograph used to be his favourite. It was a picture of Felicity and Conner that he had snapped minutes after his birth. It was the first time they had handed him over to them and Felicity was all smiles.
Was.
Then, he had everything.
Now, he had nothing.
He didn't have Conner.
He didn't have Felicity.
Now, all he had was memories.
Just memories.
Painful memories.
That is it.
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